Trail Journal Entry 5

Father James or Jim as I call him. He is an interesting fellow, my hand tingles when I shake his. I first met Jim a couple days after a major experience I had which my husband also partly witnessed. I was at the point of not being comfortable anymore, I was starting to feel a little violated. I looked up his church in the phone book and discovered it was just two blocks down my street. I knew there were two, maybe three churches in my residential neighbourhood but I didn’t know what churches they were since I don’t attend church myself. The Catholic Church is two blocks away. I have often seen funerals going on with hearses and people dressed up. It didn’t click in until much later that that was probably why I was seeing others occasionally coming through my house, makes sense to me anyway.

I went online to check out the churches calendar schedule and picked the best time I thought he would be available to see me. I walked down the next day and asked the secretary if their main guy was available to see me and he was. I sat down across the desk from him and he asked me what he could help me with. I asked him, do you have an open mind? He looked at me and said yes. I leaned forward, looked at him and asked, no really, do you have an open mind? He leaned back, I could see he was thinking and then he nodded and said yes, I like to think I have an open mind. So, I started talking to him. I could tell by his face that he took this stuff seriously. I had two of three pictures with me that I had drawn of what I saw, I handed the first one to him and explained it. He was quiet; he didn’t say a word, just stared at the picture intensely. I then slipped him the other drawing and explained it too. He just stared at it; I don’t think he knew what to say. I asked him if he had ever seen anything like that before, has the church? He looked at me and told me that the church has been documenting stuff like this, all kinds of stuff like this for a very long time and he could tell me right now that he had never heard of or seen anything like this, not to his knowledge but that didn’t mean it wasn’t documented. He asked me if I wanted his services at my house. I wanted to talk to my husband about it first and told him I would get back to him. I told him I wasn’t sure how concerned I should be about this. I told him that I wouldn’t have been so concerned if it wasn’t for the fact that…Jim finished my sentence for me, that it came back. I said yeah, that’s what had me concerned.

The next day Wes and I went back to see Father Jim and Wes talked to him about what he has seen me do and what had happened a couple nights before. Wes told him that I wasn’t crazy. He was worried Jim thought I was crazy. Father Jim agreed that no I wasn’t. The appointment was made and Father Jim would be coming over to the house the next week and we all had to be there. I didn’t know what else to do. I had no one to talk to about it and thought that was probably the best place I could go. I didn’t even really believe in blessings and stuff like that. I thought it was just something they do in the movies to make it more dramatic. I didn’t actually think it would work but I was willing to try just about anything. Another amazing experience I never thought possible and to think I was the only one in the house able to experience it, that part is disappointing but when I told Jim about what happened just before and after his visit, he just grinned and nodded. It freaking works, it really does, and I think that is cool.